2-3 days before seizures he gets severe stinking breath Breath chart maintained Mild, Moderate, Severe Linden Supple Coffs Harbour

My part of the space my domain my dominion of the limitless I can carry it where I wish without encumbering my neck Or wish it away in a...

A song,  an ode or a verse free flowing A sentiment, an yearning or a thirst unquneching Few would read fewer would recite, fewer still...

Those who lived it are either too reluctant to talk about it or are left to skepticism and disbelief Either out of reluctance to live it...

Which one is really me? Docile and observant taking in each day as it comes Rash and confident just under a decade prior Which one will...

Not blind but sure blinding blotting out everything or just about coming in the way of its reason or tirade Once locked onto an object -...

Strawberry, vanilla, butterscotch, mint or chocolate Or a scoop of each for the undecided Mix and match to gobble up or slurp it up once...

Perturbed by calamities unwelcome or invited famine, floods or wars unwonted Lost at times at the altar of ambition gone too far on the...

Not batting a lid if I deserved that day or this moment- The job of reality is only to serve the fiction that's been stewing, slow and...

It permeates your day and your dreams Whether you realise or otherwise "See you tomorrow" When you know not if tomorrow will see you in...

Dawn will give way to a new day Dusk will let the tired one at once set Night taking in the rising temps As the day invades much of her...

Now here, Nowhere Now here, gone the next moment having aged between two blinks I wish you long years for the ones lost waiting for the...

Sodden cheeks, swollen lips Eyes drowned in make-believe grief Hands trembling, unsure grip Wobbly knees, seeking solace each step...

Strange to start with stranger once again Between the shores estranged flows a river of passions faded At some bend, from a certain...

The floor had current in it Roofs had monkeys dancing Walls were tilting Furniture toppling Every building in the city and every heart...

Of the soul throbbing within I couldn't be more unsure Yet I trample unawares The soil that permeates each of my pores With soulmate...

No time for fun I'm a poet Even my muses are averse to merriment Stout and solemn are their names Waves of the sea need adjust their...

Just another day drenched in rain Cast over by clouds out of place Sun not too keen to rise or hover Sea quiet as a child reprimanded...

Lines, rods, reels waiting Floats, spears, traps to tackle Doggers, trawlers drudging pale waters Masts many taking in the wind Allured...

Flanked by certainties the beginning and the end Although the manner or time ain't up for choosing Bobbing over the waves and tides...